Freaky Friday: Rio/Kay

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"Jesus, Rio," Rio Anderson said, as she stared in the mirror. "This is a new low, even for you,"

Somehow the words didn't quite sound the same when said in a soft and well modulated voice, which apparently was all her vocal chords to pronounce. She tried a few more words.

"Fuck. Bugger. Bloody hell."

Nope. None of these words sounds the same. She tried a few expressions as well. Somehow none of them actually seemed to work. Apparently this face was far less expressive. She tried to glare. The eyes staring back at her were calm and even. She tried to look horrified. The expression in the mirror was positively understanding. She decided that maybe she hadn't been trying hard enough and focused very hard on the things most likely to make her look like she had steam about to come out of her ears; Holly dating a rent boy, Helen Penn and Ian Rock making ghost babies in Wales; Mal Richards moping.

The face in the mirror looked slightly pained.

OK. So. This was definitely disturbing. Well, actually, it should have been disturbing from the word 'go'. It shouldn't just be getting disturbing now. 'Disturbing' should have kicked in from the moment that Rio had woken up, wrapped up comfortably in Jonah Wolfman's arms, wearing something remarkably demure in cotton.

Unfortunately, that moment was close enough to one of Rio's reoccuring dreams that she didn't actually notice that something was wrong for a while. In fact, she had just snuggled a little closer and wondered absent mindedly why she was having this dream again. She'd thought she was getting over Jonah, although God it felt good to be this close, to feel the slight roughness of the stubble on his chin rubbing against her cheek, to breathe in the scent of him...

...maybe she was less over Jonah Wolfman than she thought. Still, at least it was just a dream. It wasn't until he pulled her closer and murmured endearments into her ear, nuzzling, whispering a name that wasn't hers that she first realized that something was very very wrong indeed.

After all, in your secret guilty adolescent fantasies, you never dream of the day that your childhood sweetheart leans over and calls you by your best friend's name...